Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.